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I pull over—shady spot, neon lights blinkin’. Sketchy dudes everywhere. Mmm… donuts—wish I had one now. This chick walks up, all sass, smokin’ a cig. “Hey, big guy, need a lift?” she says. I’m like, “D’oh! Not that kinda lift!” Laughin’ my ass off—she don’t get it. Funniest thing? She’s got a tat of a truck—ironic, huh? Cargo guy meets cargo gal!

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Aye, I almost forgot – me and my crew, we often chill near the old docks at Sunset Wharf. That spot’s ironic; it’s a place of both endings and beginnings. Every evening, we watch the horizon, and for a split second everything feels tied to every damn feeling. Like in Under the Skin when that eerie calm gets under your skin, man.

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